[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

"Heming, you didn't go into the mountains today?"

Most of the families in Hongya Village have the surname Han, with only a few people with other surnames. The families with the surname Han all have the same ancestor, so they can be said to be one big family.

"No, Master Jiu."

Han Heming sat down next to the old village chief, reached out to pick up a corncob, and peeled it.

"It's autumn harvest time now. How come you have time to come over and harvest your sweet potatoes?"

Han Heming was kicked out of the house by his stepmother and father when he was young. He lived a miserable life. The old village chief knew it and felt a little sorry for Han Heming. He gave Han Heming all the advice he could.

"I was going to dig sweet potatoes today, but I don't know who dug up the sweet potatoes in my sweet potato field."

Along the way, Han Heming had already found out who dug up his family's sweet potatoes, but he couldn't tell the old village chief directly, otherwise he would seem a bit unfilial.

Who was the thief who dug the sweet potatoes? Who else could it be? No one else except the people in the Han family's old house.

Yesterday, people from the Han family's old house were harvesting corn next to their sweet potato field. After the Han family finished harvesting the corn, their sweet potatoes were also gone. Without asking any more questions, everyone knew who stole them.

"Have you dug up all the sweet potatoes from the two mu of land?"

The old village chief asked loudly, and suddenly his face showed some anger.

"Well, I thought there weren't any thieves in our village, so I wanted to ask Master Jiu to find out for me if I had offended someone who treated me like this, or if my family was really struggling to make ends meet and dug up all my sweet potatoes.

No matter what, you should have told me before digging the sweet potatoes. Even if I offended someone, I know it clearly in my heart. Isn't it a bit unkind of you to dig up all the sweet potatoes in my field without saying a word?"

After Han Hemin finished speaking, the old village chief had a candidate in mind. Apart from the people in the Han family's old house, Han Hemin's father and his stepmother, who else would dare to dig the sweet potatoes from Han Heming's house?

"Heming, go back first. I'll find out who dug up your sweet potatoes and come back to you. I'll definitely give you an explanation. There's no such thief in our village."

When Han Heming returned home, he saw no one in the front yard and heard some noise in the back yard. When he arrived at the back yard, he saw Song Yanzhi digging the ground.

"I'll dig it."

He took the iron tongs from Song Yanzhi's hand.

"How's it going? Did you find out who dug up our sweet potatoes?"

Han Heming's face was a little bitter. He was too embarrassed to tell Song Yanzhi that it was his father who did it.

Seeing Han Heming's appearance, Song Yanzhi understood what was going on and was afraid that it was another case of the Han family doing this.

"What are you going to do?"

It could be a big deal or a small matter if one's own father dug up the sweet potatoes from one's own son's field. It depends on how Han Heming handles it.

"I went to the village chief. He will definitely give our family an explanation. Even if the village chief doesn't care, I will make them spit out whatever they ate."

Han Hemin has never been a good-tempered person, even if it is his biological father, that won't work for him.

Song Yanzhi sighed in her heart. The people in the Han family's old house were really endless. Even if Han Heming didn't deal with it this time, he would find a way to give the people in the Han family's old house a beating, so that they wouldn't find something to annoy people every now and then.

In the evening, Song Yanzhi and Han Heming were eating in the yard with the children when the old village chief came over.

"Heming, your father dug up the sweet potatoes in your field. What do you think we should do about this?"

If a father dug up something from his son's field, at the very least, it's a family matter. At the most serious level, the father and son have already separated, and if the father dug up sweet potatoes from his son's field without his consent, that's stealing.

"What did my father say?"

"I haven't gone to him yet. Once I find out everything, I'll ask you, how do you want to handle this?"

The old village chief took a puff of his pipe and said that when he talked about this, he felt that Han Duotian was not a decent person. But then again, Han Duotian had never been a decent person in his life. Whenever people in the village mentioned his family, they would say a few words about it.

"He's my biological father. Logically, he should just dig up the sweet potatoes. But, Master Jiu, I have a whole family, and they all depend on those two acres of land for their livelihood."

Although he could make money from hunting, the people in the village were all farmers who made a living by farming. They would never be willing to spend money to buy expensive grain. They would only buy grain when there was a natural disaster or man-made disaster and the family really had no food.

The old village chief was an old farmer and he didn't think there was anything wrong with what Han Heming said.

Following Han Heming's words, he nodded.

"Then let's go with you to ask your father why he did such a thing. Let's talk to him."

The old village chief knocked his long-stemmed pipe on the ground and stood up. Han Heming stood up with him, and the two of them walked towards the village together to ask for an explanation from the people in Han's hometown.

When the two arrived at the Han family's old house, Han Duotian was sitting at the gate with his two grandsons, roasting sweet potatoes.

We only eat this twice a year, during the spring and autumn harvests. We don’t eat like this at other times.

The fragrant roasted sweet potatoes made Han Duotian and the two children squint their eyes.

Roasted sweet potatoes are so fragrant and sweet.

This scene made the old village chief furious. He stole sweet potatoes from other people's houses and ate them here to his heart's content.

"Tada, are you at home?"

Many days later, when she saw Han Heming and the old village chief coming over, there was an awkward smile on her face. She wanted to taste the sweet potato in her hand, but didn't know where to hide it. She retracted her hand and held it calmly in her dress.

"Uncle Jiu is here. Go and get a chair for your Ninth Master and your Great Uncle."

He directed his two grandsons and stuffed the sweet potato in his hand into one of the children's hands.

"Tada, your family was harvesting corn on the hillside yesterday, right?"

The old village chief came straight to the point.

"Yes, Uncle Jiu, what's wrong?"

Han Duotian felt a little nervous when he first saw the old village chief and Han Heming. Now when he heard the village chief's questions, he became even more nervous. Could it be that Han Heming knew that his family had dug up Han Heming's sweet potatoes yesterday, so he called the village chief over.

"Then did you see who dug up the sweet potatoes from Heming's family?"

The old village chief did not ask Han Duotian why he dug up the sweet potatoes from Han Hanmin's house. He asked Han Duotian in a roundabout way if he had seen anyone digging up the sweet potatoes from Han Hemin's house?

"I didn't see it. When we went to their field yesterday, there were no sweet potatoes. I thought Han Hemin had dug them up himself."

Han Duotian felt guilty, but he was unwilling to admit that it was his family who dug up the sweet potatoes from Han Heming's house.

"Really? I heard from the villagers that it was your family that dug up Heming's sweet potatoes. You were just eating a roasted sweet potato. I remember your family didn't plant sweet potatoes this year, right?"

After hearing Han Duotian's excuses, the old village chief could no longer suppress his anger and started to scold Han Duotian.